Standing across from Noah, Othello's new form flexed, his body a grotesque mix of human intellect and abyssal corruption.
Horns curled like jagged crowns, claws shimmered with unnatural sharpness, and his twisted grin burned with madness.
"You can't win, boy," Othello roared, lunging forward.
His claws raked through the air, carrying streaks of corrosive mana that left dark blots on the panels of the space.
"I am progress incarnate!"
Noah blurred away with Flash Step, only for Othello to appear at his flank, moving with demonic speed.
A clawed fist slammed into Noah's ribs, cracking bone.
Noah's tail whipped out instinctively, catching Othello across the face, but the man only laughed, spitting blood.
Every second, Othello didn't give him room to breathe.
His demon-born resilience mocked Noah's strikes, his booming voice lashing as cruelly as his claws.
"Is this all the dragon inside you has to offer? Pathetic! You'll fall like the others!"
